Word: junked
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Chunk of Junk. As three battalions of South Vietnamese infantry pushed toward Viet An, an outpost 31 miles south of Danang, they passed a sign erected by the Communist Viet Cong. It read: "A 250,000-man French expeditionary corps came this way and was destroyed. Don't let it happen to you." They didn't. Though wave upon wave of U.S. fighter-bombers swept in before the attack with bombs and rockets, the weather turned bad for air support when the assault actually began. By midday, the attack force had reached the Viet Cong's main...
Suddenly the rice came alive with bursting, 4.2-in. mortar shells. "It was the biggest pile of junk I've ever seen," said Associated Press Correspondent John T. Wheeler, an ex-Air Force officer now covering the war. When a chunk of the junk slapped through the throat of a U.S. adviser, Wheeler picked the wounded man up and began searching for a medic. But the South Vietnamese were already on the run, and armored trucks went bumping wildly across the hills in retreat without regard for the fleeing troops on foot. None would stop for Wheeler...
...demonstration was intended as no more than a spoof of a march on an empty White House and a Congress which was not in session. The signs which said "On to Hanoi" were not made or carried by Lampoon members. Our signs were all absurd: "Don't Rock the Junk," "Save the White House Easter Egg Roll," and "We love...
...music? "It's junk," said one violinist. "We could have competitions between cities," glowed De Carvalho at intermission. His musicians felt otherwise. "I put my life savings into a Guarnerius violin," said First Violinist Melvin Ritter, "and I don't want to take it onstage to thump it on the back." Clarinetist Andrew Crisanti was kinder: "You have to take it in the right spirit-after all, we're in show business...
...heady experience for the American comic-strip writers, who have long taken for granted that they are part of the American subculture. Said Al Capp: "At home, nobody has ever asked me for an autograph for himself. It's always for a demented brother who reads my junk, or his idiot nephew. Writers don't take you seriously because you draw. Artists don't take you seriously because you write. Now we come to Europe to find out that it's deep stuff, and if I stay around these guys much longer, I might begin...